My Nest

I have made a nest…big fluffy feather pillows, white crisp sheets, light downy quilt on a bed of clouds. Picture books, reading books, my writing pad, surround me— a cup of hot chocolate on my bedside.


Here beside the water, the silence fills me with contentment and harmony. I tune my ears in, and wait for those sounds that surface in the deepest darkest of silences.


Slowly they begin. The splash of the wily mangrove jack…the whisper of the leaves outside my window…the high pitched shriek of the curlew…the chirp of a gecko.


Sounds are the language of nature.

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